Words can be pretty
when my body cannot be

Grief is so traumatic
because you expect the change to be dramatic
But the world keeps spinning
and the mundane keeps winning

You are absolutely gorgeous
and you must believe there is more out there for us

You know you have all these wonderful people here for you
but you want to be someone's one and only, too
I understand, I do
But you do not need anyone in this world to know you are beautiful, it's true

You are absolutely gorgeous
and spending love, time, and thought on you is not frivolous

They said to keep being sweet,
but I guess I hit delete.

Forget the electrons;
be positive

As hard as I try
I can not justify
this intense need to cry

You make me want to write
letting my heart take flight
fluttering toward the light
leaving behind my fright
'til it's out of mind and sight
because you and I just feels right

Wouldn’t say I’m sad,
but I’m certainly not glad...
Is that truly bad?

If you’re always answering,
they’ll never ask.

If you’re always explaining,
they’ll never wonder.

You may not be worth his time,
but you are certainly worth mine.

For months I’ve prayed that you might
realize you’re not alone in the fight
and wake up to see the light
but no matter how bright
it can’t seem to catch your sight
and you’re still living in darkened fright

Ignorance is easy
It doesn’t make us ******
But means we are busy
Stuff flying towards us from all angles makes us dizzy
We hear something
But it means nothing
We ask is it really that bad?
Our brushing away of things is quite sad

It’s hard to notice sometimes
That one decision can change everything, until it has, and we are out of time
And crazy things do occur
That wouldn’t have if we hadn’t made one tiny decision, we’re sure
We remember something
But it means nothing
We ask is it really that bad?
And about our own changes, get mad

Peel back the layers and see
That maybe it didn’t change me
As much as it seems on the outside
This is where my soul resides
And it has drifted back to where it was before
You’ve experienced this before, I’m sure
We feel something
But it means nothing
We ask was it really that bad?
We’re selfish more than just a tad


After a tragedy
We feel that memory loss could never be
Scars so evident
But our emotions are all spent
We don’t quite know how
To keep living in light of it now
We hear something
But it means nothing
We ask is it really that bad?
And in our own emotional distress, we are clad

We ask is it really that bad?
Because we knew it was bad
But
Not
Bad
Enough
To warrant us spending our love
For us to care
No time to spare

I feel like everything is for show,
even when I am entirely alone

I feel like I'm just playing along,
even when I am singing my own song

I feel like a fraudulent mess,
even when I am trying, every issue, to address

I feel like my contribution is minimal,
even when my success is undeniable

I feel like I'm falling behind,
even when I am leading the charge in their mind

Reaching the light
may be an uphill fight
But once you make it you’ll take flight
so keep pushing with all your might

It's easy to tell where agape
becomes philia
but how can one tell when they cross from philia
to eros

Don't think I didn't notice the way you looked at me sometimes
That room wasn't the first time I had noticed your eyes

Might be a little bombastic
And somewhat sporadic,
But he’s not made of plastic,
And he’s pretty fantastic

Preaching to the choir might be easier,
but it doesn’t result in any converts.

Would you mind if I stayed here forever?
Your embrace protects me from the weather
Your insults don't hurt, they're just clever
Your gentle breath make me sleep better
Your faith prepares me for whatever

Did all these people know they’re making history,
As they unraveled this mystery,
Setting the precedence
We now use as evidence?
For hindsight in the present, I’d pay a lot of money,
Because it’s always 20/20

Living in the moment makes the days pass quicker;
Pining for the end of the day makes you miss the moments.

I don't mean to make you feel stupid
I don't think you're stupid
I don't set a higher standard for myself than you
Because I think I'm worth more than what you do
I have a double standard for everyone else versus me
because I think I need to do more to prove myself you see
and you're worth more than my accomplishments will ever be

I wrote a million letters I'll never send
to release a billion thoughts in my head
but still here are a trillion voices that never end

I don’t wanna be her when I could be me
But I do wanna be the one you see

I won't equivocate.
Vile lies, I'll repudiate
before it's too late.

They say I'm too much
that I'm crazy cause I
care so much
say so much
give so much
love so much
But if insanity is measured
by the storms we've weathered
the determination we place
in front of fear's face
and the dedication
never to take a vacation
then I want to be crazy!
Because the alternative is lazy
And maybe I'm not too much for you.
Maybe you're not enough for me.

They tell the smarties that they're proud
but the geniuses have no pride allowed
For the smarties are part of an elite crowd
but the geniuses are in isolation drowned

Hard work and dedication
eliminate the need for fabrication

When an idea comes to plea,
And won’t stop pestering me,
Until I write it down and set if free,
Whether it be something imaginary,
Or a sight to see,
When an idea comes to plea,
I just have to set it free,
So you can better understand me.

Living in the moment is hard
When you are always on guard

But living thankful is especially meritorious
When everything doesn’t seem so glorious

I am beyond proud of you,
and I want you to be proud, too.
You will never cease to amaze;
what you do in a moment takes most people days.
And I absolutely love what I’m seeing
‘cause you’re an incredible human being.

Will we raze this town with hate,
or raise it up with love?
Will you appreciate the sun’s rays on your face,
Or focus so intently on making a res you forget to enjoy your days?

I don't wanna change history
I just wanna change the future so drastically
that I don't have to regret the past
because the now is passing  so fast

Don’t tell me my experiences aren’t real
just because they don’t reflect what you feel

What is the distinguishing factor
In living happily ever after?

Love is more than a feeling;
it is not fleeting.
Love is a choice,
to ignore that selfish voice.
Love is a style of life,
serving others in the face of strife.
Love survives distance,
and fights the resistance.
And Love is the cure,
NOT the disease.

The spring is no longer silent
and we are no longer blind
The fight has become violent
and we have so little time

If we don't fight for the environment
there will be no selfish treasures left to find

Tell me I'm wrong,
and you're probably right.
Tell me I've made a mistake,
and you're probably not mistaking.
Tell me my judgment is bad,
and your judgment is probably good.
Tell me it could be better,
and it probably couldn't be worse.
You can tell me I'm worthless,
but I'll never be worth less than priceless.

It seems that I am always
working hard,
and it is always
hardly working.

I've reached my goal
and calmed my soul
proving to myself that my success was not fake
by surpassing it on the next take

Punctuated
With devastation
I feel degraded
By expectation
And deflated
With every respiration